Fanvid Ideas: Heroes, Spaced

Heroes, Maya/Sylar (one-sided): Shivaree's The Snake

( The plan )

Spaced, ensemble: Mika's Lollipop

A summary of the trials, heartaches and love of the series.

Fanvid Ideas: Heroes, Spaced

Heroes, Maya/Sylar (one-sided): Shivaree's The Snake

( The plan )

Spaced, ensemble: Mika's Lollipop

A summary of the trials, heartaches and love of the series.

Poetic leavings

Days divide into minutae
Small acts retain an hour
Time passes ignoring clocks
And you can't see outside the box.

A/N: The first two lines were spontaneous, the last one construed to rhyme and not suck (so much).

Poetic leavings

Days divide into minutae
Small acts retain an hour
Time passes ignoring clocks
And you can't see outside the box.

A/N: The first two lines were spontaneous, the last one construed to rhyme and not suck (so much).

Poetic leavings: Ancient scribbles

These are samples of stuff I wrote back in 2001. I'm skipping most of the emo stuff. (Well, most of it.) I'm not necessarily proud of all I'm posting, and I'm often not even posting the whole thing. (Good lord, did I write crap sometimes.)

Each number is a separate poem thing.

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Poetic leavings: Ancient scribbles

These are samples of stuff I wrote back in 2001. I'm skipping most of the emo stuff. (Well, most of it.) I'm not necessarily proud of all I'm posting, and I'm often not even posting the whole thing. (Good lord, did I write crap sometimes.)

Each number is a separate poem thing.

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Story ideas: The Witness

Proposed title: Soul Escape, The Witness, Witnessing, Last Moments, Last Rites

Above also possibly chapter titles.

Woman whose role it is to witness each and every death of her people, to sit at the bedside with the dying and hold the wake alone. The only one allowed to witness the soul’s escape from the body. This has had a terrible effect on her. Possibly started this at a young age, maybe because she was born of a dead woman or cried whilst passing the cemetery when a babe. Perhaps a word or training, but she is always alone. First official death-witness could be of the previous Witness, who gives her the only training she is to receive.

First line: “This was her sixth death. She did not remember her first, though all the others did. She remembered most vividly the second.”

Story thus opens on a wake, just after the death of one. Musing follows, some history.

Story ideas: The Witness

Proposed title: Soul Escape, The Witness, Witnessing, Last Moments, Last Rites

Above also possibly chapter titles.

Woman whose role it is to witness each and every death of her people, to sit at the bedside with the dying and hold the wake alone. The only one allowed to witness the soul’s escape from the body. This has had a terrible effect on her. Possibly started this at a young age, maybe because she was born of a dead woman or cried whilst passing the cemetery when a babe. Perhaps a word or training, but she is always alone. First official death-witness could be of the previous Witness, who gives her the only training she is to receive.

First line: “This was her sixth death. She did not remember her first, though all the others did. She remembered most vividly the second.”

Story thus opens on a wake, just after the death of one. Musing follows, some history.

Story ideas: Nit

Opening quote: (Stripped of harp, halo and wings)/And sent hurtling into darkness.

The story of a little girl who makes friends with solid darkness personified, whom she first helps become solid by knitting the dark. At first, he is only hands, like knitted gloves, and a voice. His eyes do not shine. (Though perhaps there may be some residual light within him.)

There is something subtly sinister in this friend who wants to see the world. Something tragic, too, in his wish to see daylight, which would unravel him, possibly permanently. He may terrify others, or be invisible. “Call me Nit,” he says as she struggles to say his name. The name he gave her is, of course, Nuit.

There is something very tragic in Nit, a muzzled, dark, gloved figure. A cursed or forgotten monster, a fallen angel yearning for what was. Or for the memory of what he once was. He is short-tempered, observant and funny in an aloof way (not goofy-funny but out-of-place funny, strange reactions funny). Reserved to the point of shyness and fear.

“Too long in the dark, I have forgotten the light that was my life. Now the light hurts my eyes and I close them. And I am in the dark once more.” Loyal but manipulative until he becomes friends with the girl who helps and loves too much this Nit of Night.

Once, angry with sad Nit, she keeps him at bay with a night light, or a flashlight, like a sword which hurts him, unravels the tight darkness. Like wool, he is hot, suffocating. Or comforting, like a heavy blanket that stills you limbs.

Nit, though limited to places of dark, can be in many places, especially when loosely raveled. Ruth finds him once when playing hide-and-seek in her closet. Perhaps she refuses to play such games later at parties, because hiding from other children means being in the dark, and being found by the waiting Nit. He has a muzzle and a heavy pelt, with or without the knitting. Small shadows may be him shedding. At times, that is all you can see, his nose, black, just slightly visible, more concrete and solid, than the rest of the dark. Shy and ferocious, but ever alone.

Latin Nitidus, meaning radiant, luminous.

Particularly fond of this one; all sorts of symbolism and allegory possible; sexuality, evil inherent, religion, sins, punishment. At first, a little bit like children’s storied about monsters and fears (e.g. Ted Cole’s stories about El Hombre Topo).

This can link both to the angel dying upstairs apocalyptics universe, and to the Servants of Darkness.

Quotes: Dean Koontz, Book of Counted Sorrows: ( Read more... )

Story ideas: Nit

Opening quote: (Stripped of harp, halo and wings)/And sent hurtling into darkness.

The story of a little girl who makes friends with solid darkness personified, whom she first helps become solid by knitting the dark. At first, he is only hands, like knitted gloves, and a voice. His eyes do not shine. (Though perhaps there may be some residual light within him.)

There is something subtly sinister in this friend who wants to see the world. Something tragic, too, in his wish to see daylight, which would unravel him, possibly permanently. He may terrify others, or be invisible. “Call me Nit,” he says as she struggles to say his name. The name he gave her is, of course, Nuit.

There is something very tragic in Nit, a muzzled, dark, gloved figure. A cursed or forgotten monster, a fallen angel yearning for what was. Or for the memory of what he once was. He is short-tempered, observant and funny in an aloof way (not goofy-funny but out-of-place funny, strange reactions funny). Reserved to the point of shyness and fear.

“Too long in the dark, I have forgotten the light that was my life. Now the light hurts my eyes and I close them. And I am in the dark once more.” Loyal but manipulative until he becomes friends with the girl who helps and loves too much this Nit of Night.

Once, angry with sad Nit, she keeps him at bay with a night light, or a flashlight, like a sword which hurts him, unravels the tight darkness. Like wool, he is hot, suffocating. Or comforting, like a heavy blanket that stills you limbs.

Nit, though limited to places of dark, can be in many places, especially when loosely raveled. Ruth finds him once when playing hide-and-seek in her closet. Perhaps she refuses to play such games later at parties, because hiding from other children means being in the dark, and being found by the waiting Nit. He has a muzzle and a heavy pelt, with or without the knitting. Small shadows may be him shedding. At times, that is all you can see, his nose, black, just slightly visible, more concrete and solid, than the rest of the dark. Shy and ferocious, but ever alone.

Latin Nitidus, meaning radiant, luminous.

Particularly fond of this one; all sorts of symbolism and allegory possible; sexuality, evil inherent, religion, sins, punishment. At first, a little bit like children’s storied about monsters and fears (e.g. Ted Cole’s stories about El Hombre Topo).

This can link both to the angel dying upstairs apocalyptics universe, and to the Servants of Darkness.

Quotes: Dean Koontz, Book of Counted Sorrows: ( Read more... )

Story ideas: Starting over

A/N: Ted and Susan have a torrid past. Tim is hurt, Susan’s moved on. Grief re: dead sister/friend. Perhaps guilt. Did Susan steal away then lose the father? Ted cares for Susan but it’s been a long time and she has changed, though they are still civil. He may never forgive her. Susan will one day go to the cottage, though by then Cottontail is dead. Sad, slow relationships which never really takes off.

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Story ideas: Starting over

A/N: Ted and Susan have a torrid past. Tim is hurt, Susan’s moved on. Grief re: dead sister/friend. Perhaps guilt. Did Susan steal away then lose the father? Ted cares for Susan but it’s been a long time and she has changed, though they are still civil. He may never forgive her. Susan will one day go to the cottage, though by then Cottontail is dead. Sad, slow relationships which never really takes off.

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